All this puppets on the stage… He makes big money. He has a theatrical dolls. He feels delight. And he doesn't see the edge. But why blind crowd prays to this god?!
Your puppets so pretty, your dolls so pure. With beauty faces, but without souls. Kids come to life. For them it's like cure When your clowns sing about love (dirty love...) And you begin praying to pure pop devil You choose silicon faith and truth Now don't you really feel powerful evil? Then pure pop satan come in you.
Now it's has gone too far! You have found a new god! And prayer to your Lord.
Now you born! New religion! Too many people want to die. But who but me know that it's fiction (bullshit!) All your life construct on lies! You dont need new ideas (fuck them) You don't find something new'n'fresh Crowd so stupid and you know it, Again you tear young pretty flesh.
Now it's has gone too far! You have found a new god! And prayer to your lord (x2)
All this puppets on the stage He makes big money, he has a theatrical dolls. He feels delight, and he doesn't see the edge. But why blind crowd prays to this god?! Everybody fools, they don't see that you do They help you to make new puppets again, They close eyes and ears, they refuse see the truth, But one day they wake up! Amen.